Thank you to Ray and Ed for your editing.
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As the sun peeked over the horizon, Marla stirred awakened from her slumber. She was ready to start her day and felt the anticipation each new school year brings. Marla loved teaching her second graders and was looking forward to her 10th year at Parkhill Elementary. The cheerful green eyed brunette was popular with her young students, working tirelessly while encouraging them to learn.
Getting out of bed, she gave her back and arms a good stretch. Marla had found an unsettling piece of mail waiting for her last night, after noticing the return address, and reading the envelope; a sick feeling began gnawing at her stomach. Knowing she needed a night's sleep, she decided not to open the envelope.
Instead pouring herself a glass of red wine to settle her nerves and drinking it quickly was all she could think to do. Having fallen asleep knowing the mysterious envelope awaited her, her back tightened under the mental stress, something that not even the wine could prevent.
She had tried to shrug off the bad feelings she had about the envelope, but was pretty certain who had sent it to her. Wanting to delay opening the letter, she walked to the bathroom beginning her morning ritual of a nice long shower. Marla closed her eyes allowing her head to fall back breathing in the steam, while enjoying the feeling of hot water cascading through her wavy shoulder length hair and down her back.
She lathered and scrubbed her sensuous body using her favorite lemon scented body wash, pausing to take in a deep breath, then exhaling slowly; trying to calm her mind. As hard as she desperately tried to push the terrible memories from her mind they kept flashing back randomly.
In an attempt at distraction Marla gave her boobs special attention while showering. Staring at her naked boobs, nipples hard from her recent attention, a familiar tingle began forming in her pussy, as she was becoming aroused. Marla struggled with these feelings; not understanding why gazing at her own naked body would cause her to become so aroused. Knowing she had a big day ahead of her, Marla reluctantly pushed these thoughts from her mind.
Finishing her shower, she stepped out onto the bath mat and toweled herself off. Giving the mirror a quick wipe to clean off the steam, she stared at her reflection. Seeing two big emerald green eyes, full kissable lips capped with beautiful straight white teeth, she tried to smile back at her reflection, but tears filled her eyes as her body began to shiver.
Her shoulders shook as tears began to run down her cheeks, a couple of salty droplets finding their way down her lips and into her mouth. Marla haphazardly dabbed at her eyes with a tissue while grabbing her bathrobe, and trying her best to stop crying.
The envelope's return address demanded her attention; "Oakridge Psychiatric Hospital". Seeing that, she immediately knew who had sent it. She took note that it was postmarked two-weeks prior. Her heart raced while her knees started to buckle beneath her trim, toned and seductively curvy 140-pound body.
Unable to stand, she had collapsed onto her black leather sofa, as she stared at the hand-drawn red heart on the back of the envelope. Afterwards, regaining her composure, she had tossed the unopened envelope on the kitchen counter. That was last night, and it was no wonder that she woke up with the effects of mental stress coursing through her sore back.
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Marla made her way down the hallway, entering her kitchen she reached over and turned on the coffee pot. Grabbing the envelope off the kitchen counter she made her way into the living room sitting down on her sofa and folding her slim legs beneath her, she ripped open the unwanted mail, careful to leave the return address intact.
Pulling out the single sheet of white paper and unfolding it, Marla began to read, "Marla, I'm being released! We need to clear things up in our relationship! You still belong to me!" Feeling sick she threw the sheet of paper down on her living room floor.
Marla barely made it to the toilet before the bile rose from her stomach, spitting, she felt her body racked by two dry heaves as she lay on the cool tile. Tears started to stream down her cheeks and she caught a taste of their saltiness. Standing, Marla grabbed a wash cloth and after running cold water on it gently wiped her face.
"What am I going to do? How could he have found my address?"
Marla thought back to how it had all began, almost ten years ago. She couldn't help but think if she hadn't taken the short cut through the creek bed on that beautiful spring day this would have never happened. Even after a couple of years of counseling, Marla still blamed herself.
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It had been a warm spring day that fateful Saturday. Marla was making her way to the elementary school to prepare an Easter display for her second grade class. Wanting to get an early start, she had headed out while the small town was still quiet. Walking along early on a Saturday morning, it seemed to her that most people were sleeping in and enjoying a lazy weekend morning. She watched a tabby cat make its way across the quiet road ahead of her, stopping momentarily to give Marla a curious look.
Walking along the quiet street and taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air, Marla could not stop thinking about a nightmare she had the previous night. Her dream had centered on a vehicle following slowly behind her as she walked along a lonely country road. In her dream, she turned to watch the vehicle, and as it drove by her slowly, a person wearing a rat mask peered out at her through the windshield. Frightened, she had woken up and found herself sweating heavily onto her satin pillow case. A shiver ran down her spine and her body trembled.
Trying to break the disturbing memories of the nightmare and the terrifying image of the rat mask, Marla thought it would be relaxing to walk through a wooded area which had a small creek running through it. Turning to her right and crossing the street, Marla made her way to a short cut to the school. The leaves of the poplar trees rustled as a gust of wind blew through the isolated park.
Hearing the sound of robins singing their melodies, she stopped, closed her eyes and took another deep breath exhaling slowly as she stood in the clearing; the warmth of the sun felt good on her face. Marla loved standing among the trees listening to the song of the robins, a melody made with a variety of long and slow twitters.
Opening her eyes, he was standing in front of her. She recognized him from the grocery store and was frightened at finding him leering at her. Marla felt the strength leave her legs as the back of her knees weakened, and even as waves of panic swept through her, she knew she couldn't run. The hunger in his eyes told her to flee, but her legs wouldn't respond. Her legs felt like lead and the pounding of her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. All she could do was to stand rooted in place as terror enveloped her.
The last time she had seen Dave, a sexy man in his early forties, it had been awkward for her. He worked in the meat department of the local grocery store. She couldn't help glancing towards the big window, where she took in his strong shoulders and arms working the electric meat grinder portioning and preparing ground beef. It was as if he knew she was staring, he stopped work and ran his eyes hungrily up and down her body. Marla felt like Dave's blue eyes were boring right through her cotton tee shirt trying to get to her tits. Marla flushed and suddenly became self conscious that her nipples were hard and visible through her t-shirt.
That morning in the grocery store, she had broken the awkward moment by looking away from him and hurriedly making her way out of meat department. The incident had left Marla flustered, and feeling like a piece of meat on display. She was horrified to find herself wet.
Dave seemed 'normal' enough, but it was the distant and faraway look in his blue eyes that left her unsettled. His moustache struck her as odd, with the ends twisted up like tiny horns. She wondered what type of a man paid such attention to the ends of his moustache.
But now, Marla was in an isolated park with no window separating her and Dave. He moved quickly grabbing the back of her neck with one big hand while clamping the other firmly over her mouth.
"Don't scream," he growled at her. "Today, I get my belated birthday present, you!"
He spoke while pushing his face next to hers, close enough to smell the spicy scent coming from his mouth and clothing. The smell reminded Marla of her deceased step father's cigars as she breathed in the scent coming from Dave's mouth and clothing. The scent triggered an odd familiarity as she stood in Dave's presence breathing him in.
Marla was speechless as she stared into his eyes and felt a shiver run down her body. She had been frightened of Dave the first time she saw him, and now she was terrified, paralyzed with fear, completely helpless and unable to move. She felt his hot breath on her face and closed her eyes and surrendered.
Her legs weakened, sensing this, Dave turned her body and laid her gently on the ground. As he straddled Marla's helpless body she felt his cock become hard against her pelvis.
